Poem – Sleeping Crystals

Spiral

Where do you end? Where do you start? I do not know where I end I do not know where

A worn out notebook Blank pages A mind’s best friend A lost soul’s true companion. Twisted words, written backwards But

Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter

Grab your scissors And cut the paper Always along the line Never leave the line. Cut the dotted lines And

Afraid is not the right term, Perhaps, blocked it is With two crossed swords. Guard is up When guard is

Lullaby tunes played randomly When my mind was thinking concrete Nostalgia began shifting the walls around me. ✧ Into the